FOUNDER'S DAY by Ian Caws
Paperback 148 x 210mm
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What reviewers say about Founder's Day...
'...thoughtful and well-crafted [poems that] repay quiet and repeated contemplation.'
— SOUTH POETRY MAGAZINE
'That word describes this collection perfectly — enchanting — a rare quality in modern poetry. Well worth getting and reading. And it should be a balm to any reader in need of reassurance and the comfort of knowing that all, ultimately, will be well. '
— HQ POETRY MAGAZINE.
'Ian Caws has long been a master of that particular magic which can create poems which are simultaneously lucid and oblique. There are many such poems in Founder’s Day. His themes are varied – remembering and forgetting, the seasons, moments outside time, the natural world, the church and churchmen, and place (“What I am left with is always place, / always changing but always what remains”). The poems in this volume are the product of a mature poetic voice, speaking out of assured self-knowledge, yet humble before the world. With a mind ever alert to the significances behind mere appearances, appearances to which his senses are well attuned, Caws can surprise his reader and then quietly persuade that reader of the truth revealed by the initial surprise. Whatever his subject, Caws’ unfussy subtlety in the use of rhyme and metre offers constant delights for ear and mind.'
Other Collections by Ian Caws
Looking for Bonfires
Bruised Madonna Boy with a Kite
The Ragman Totts
The Feast of Fools
The Playing of the Easter Music (with Martin C. Caseley and B.L Pearce)
Dialogues in Mask
The Blind Fiddler
The Canterbury Road
Some extracts from reviews of previous collections by Ian Caws:
'Observant, searching, unrestful investigations into the shadows…humane feelings and an unusual power of construction.'
John Fuller in the Observer
'We tend to think of the Georgians as a road not taken but there is a continuing tradition – a peculiarly English one – of well made pastoral poetry and Ian Caws has for many years represented the best of it.'
John Greening in the Times Literary Supplement
'The world he inhabits is that of Blake, Traherne and Vaughan. It is a world where the substantial turns insubstantial and the present is enveloped in time. Caws enlarges our consciousness by writing of what is beyond our sight.'
G.B.H. Wightman in British Book News
A pastoral metaphysical writing beautifully now in the twenty-first century. He is a most elusive poet. What I mean is that his poems are subtle and blended like the finest malt whiskies – it takes a while to sort out the echoes, the suggestions, the allusions from each other, to get the full flavour of meaning – but the result is very rewarding.
William Oxley in Acumen